Baffled, I wanted more, which he seemed remiss to provide.
“Is there anything else?” I asked.
YES
“What? Please tell me.”
I met a woman.
“Who was she? Can you tell me more?”
When she had a dream she pursued it with unrelenting ferocious tenacity and focus. She smiled and laughed often among others and while by herself. She cared deeply for her family and friends and always paid considerate attention to comfort those in her presence. She wasn’t afraid to love, or to cry. She died in the shower. It was a Thursday.
“I must admit; I am confused. Could you be more specific?”
Imagine you live forever.
Imagine you fill each day with worth.
Imagine each seed you plant grows far beyond your expectations.
Imagine you live to see it all burned down.
Now, imagine you start again.
The cyclical cycle of satisfaction makes anticipation everyone’s true drug of choice.
You make a decision, await its conclusion, and pain or joy felt fades back to ZERO, and that is exactly what you are, the zero in the number line. Life and death extends beyond you in both ways, infinite.
He could not be digested whole, or in part, only observed from afar. When he went to university, he majored in cloud reading and dream translation. He found the courses soothing and supplemental to his ineffable desires. He died later that night in his sleep.
It was a Thursday.
